Black Iron Mask settled on his face, and Richard keenly felt a vast, ocean-like force pouring into his body; once more, the power of the Black Spirit King had descended upon this world.
In an extremely short period of time, the state of weakness in his body was swept away, and he gained an unprecedented strengthening, Richard enlightened.
Once, he had speculated that the Black Iron Mask was a super mana storage tool; now it seemed, indeed it was. However, the method of storage was more advanced, the quality of mana even higher, and the replenishing speed faster.
If the Black Iron Mask could be used repeatedly and its technology thoroughly researched, perhaps it would be even more valuable than the "Destructive Gloves."
This thought flashed through Richard’s mind as he narrowed his eyes and looked at Franklin, who was floating in mid-air.
Franklin and his party had already changed color; they were all acutely aware of the dramatic transformation in Richard. Franklin reacted the quickest—without speaking, he turned and fled.
But it was already too late.
Richard’s hand flipped, and another "Destructive Gloves" was taken out from the Space Iron Ring, accurately fitted onto his hand, then he aimed at the many members of the Supreme Order Divine Society in the sky.
He naturally wouldn’t use a full-power attack from the "Destructive Gloves" against these lower-level personnel—that would be a tremendous waste. "Death Finger" would be more than sufficient. With a thought, the power belong to the Black Spirit King violently surged out of his body, flowing into the "Destructive Gloves" in a specific sequence, and into the internal magic chip.
The new "Destructive Gloves" vibrated intensely, then its fingers continuously fired out energy capable of piercing through anything.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
The energy, like invisible arrows, flew towards the high skies, effortlessly breaking through the magic shields cast by the Divine Society members, then piercing their bodies.
With these sounds, a large number of wizards from the Divine Society fell from the sky like broken-winged birds, dropping densely. And all who fell were, without exception, dead.
The survivors looked on, souls scattered in terror, quickening their escape as Richard’s eyes slightly narrowed.
He turned to look at Pandora beside him and asked softly, "How do you feel now, any better?"
"I’m preparing to completely deal with these annoying people, so you can rest here for a while, or of course, you could go inside Eden," said Richard.
"No." Pandora shook her head, then tilting her head after some thought, she said, "I’ll stay here, I can sit and watch you fight them."
"That’s fine, but be careful," Richard patted Pandora on the head and then soared into the sky, chasing down the escaping wizards of the Divine Society.
Indeed, standing in place and using "Death Finger" could also attack the people, but the further the distance, the less accurate it would be; too far away, and there could even be accidental deaths.
Thinking this, Richard in the air used "Wind Lord," a spell he had obtained long ago from the Black Spirit King’s Treasure, which greatly amplified the effects of Wind Magic, accelerating his speed to catch up with the slowest fleeing group of Divine Society wizards. Without any further fuss, he directly attacked.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Death Finger was fired repeatedly, and instantly person after person fell from the sky.
The remaining people, seeing the hope of escape was slim, grew desperate and very harmoniously launched a collective assault on Richard, ready for a final stand.
But it was pointless.
With the "Destructive Gloves" in hand and the inherited power of the Black Spirit King, Richard was invincible at this moment. Seeing the densely approaching wizards from the Supreme Order Divine Society, there wasn’t a flicker in his eye; he simply raised his hand and unleashed more "Death Fingers."
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
A powerful destructive force imbued with the power of fate seemed capable of shattering the very space itself, as a sudden gale rose up, accompanied by a series of screams.
A Supreme Order Divine Society wizard, wrapped in golden lightning, flew towards Richard, shouting as he prepared for a desperate fight to the death.
Richard, however, simply waved his hand, casting another "Death Finger." With a whoosh, the body of the Lightning Wizard was pierced, not sparing a comrade not far behind him—both screamed as they fell to the ground together.
Wave after wave of wizards flew in to attack, only to plummet to the ground one after another. The numbers of those remaining decreased visibly at an alarming rate.
Once, Muse had seen Richard and thought there would be an evenly matched battle of fate, but in reality, it was an instant kill. Now, many Supreme Order Divine Society wizards believed a final stand might offer a glimmer of hope, but in reality, it was a cold slaughter with no hope of resistance.
Shock, powerlessness, panic, despair...
Rare emotions rose unceasingly in the hearts of the surviving Supreme Order Divine Society wizards, testing their nerves.
Eventually, someone reached their limit and snapped, letting out a scream and turning tail to run.
This flight seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with all the remaining wizards scrambling in every direction.
Richard watched but said nothing, continuing his assault, killing one after another, sparing none...
In a corner of the battlefield, on an inconspicuous hill, a bedraggled Supreme Order Divine Society wizard fell from the sky, none other than Bayer. Looking back at the not-too-distant Richard, who was still carrying on the massacre, Bayer’s face turned ghostly pale, muttering to himself, "How could this be? How could this be?"
He couldn’t fathom why the almost successful plan had undergone such a reversal, as if someone had played a colossal joke on him.
But he had no time to ponder further; he aimed to use his last resort in desperation, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope to eliminate Richard.
Yes, there was one last measure.
It was the Longevity Exotic Species brought over from the Main Continent by Casol, expressly prepared for just such a situation as this.
Previously, with the plan progressing extremely smoothly, there was no need for it; now, it was too late not to use it.
Thinking so, Bayer stumbled toward the ground on one side and slapped down hard on a stone.
With a crash, the stone shattered, and then with a click, the ground cracked open, revealing a giant Stone Coffin exuding waves of cold air as it rose from the crevice.
Gazing at the Stone Coffin, Bayer’s face tensed with stress. But glancing again at Richard, who was nearly done with the killing, he hesitated no longer and with a splash, he pushed open the lid of the Stone Coffin and laid a hand on its surface, pouring in a substantial amount of mana.
The cold air exuding from the Stone Coffin disappeared instantly, and rustling sounds emerged from within, as if some life was slowly awakening.
Bayer continued to pour mana into the coffin, and after a while, he couldn’t help but peek inside. The next moment, a giant claw struck toward his head.
Bayer recoiled in shock and flew backward.
Just as he retreated by over a dozen meters, the entire Stone Coffin shattered with a splash, and a dreadful silhouette appeared in sight.
Looking over, there stood a Giant Dragon!
But the creature was no ordinary Giant Dragon. Compared to the one named Gregory from before, it was much smaller, but the aura of viciousness was even more intense. The densely packed Dragon Scales on its body shone with a bone-chilling light, its four crystalline, translucent claws, as if crafted from crystal. Most striking were its eyes, tinged with vast expanses of purple, resembling two enormous amethysts.
The Longevity Strange Species·Giant Dragon Species·Mixed Blood Purple Crystal Dragon!